Even if you live in a ghost town, you can connect with writers all over the world, via blogs, social media, forums.
The downside to all this connectivity?
Someone, somewhere, is going to say something to piss you off. It will seem blatantly ignorant, wildly unfair, or simply, utterly wrong.
You are going to see other writers who seem vastly unqualified achieving levels of success and stardom while you continue to plod along, unrecognized and unrewarded.
You’re going to see fellow writers get into squabbles, celebrating schadenfreude and snickering about the “behind the scenes” dirt.
And at some point, you’re going to dive in. A comment here. A flame war there. Suddenly, what was just a diversion is now a soul-consuming drive.
The secret to serenity.
And now, a joke. Sort of.
A harried Type A businessman went to a yogi, high on the top of a hill.
“They say you have the secret to serenity,” the businessman puffed, mopping at his brow. “I have high blood pressure, I am stressed beyond belief, and I am at the end of my rope. Teach me the secret.” [Read more…]